The Crest - My Jungle lyrics

[Verse One: Jack Cracker] If I wanted an impression of George Bush, I would've voted for Dana Carvey As politics fade in wishing wells like Terrance [?] Garvey I'm an altered character, tearing into a bottle of [?] [?] the added weight of my own body Left Macaulay Culkin's Home Alone Microphones smash mouth Gla** house throwing stones Blowing peace, cashed out 50 bones from a midnight toker, rhyme ridiculous Jack kicking this Without the Nicholas for all you Jokers Rap dracula in the mind of Bram Stoker Black Accura tinted down on 18's and lowered Progress flowing, hold it down between these lines of scrimmage Where difference of inches can result in feet full of splinters [Excerpt from the motion picture Carlito's Way] [Verse Two] I make MC's run, like my tongue Once this submachine gun I'm spitting, ripping, blazing at the mud Grab your son Kicking rhymes for these kids to rip they spines off they backs Spit shine my ca**ettes to lift your minds on the 'net So ask if The Crest will sell when we're packed in well With more hits than the XFL and less rules My neck's j**els will shine and blind ya mind with bright ideas And rescue your ears, courtesy of them Crest dudes I'm one flick away from fire like an electric light If you expect me to be higher He gets blown on top of a telephone wire Careful Coming at is me is like hanging yourself Get your hair pulled, tackled, shackled and place back on the shelf I make tracks with myself but target you with my rhymes Cause artist's is inclined to throw fits like an arguing mom Trying to land my mind in sands of time I'm on tracks with [?] In the world of Amazon dot coms I selling banana bombs {Beat change} [Verse Three: Jack Cracker] [?] get left in the sun Reach inside your wandering mind, let me grab your attention Uh huh The sick MC's, no need to mention I use ta, talk more soup than John Henson Area code, 608 with no extension So over your head you'll probably fall to the wrong impression Clandestine, infested and festered Message keeps on... [Excerpt from the motion picture Scarface] [Verse: AD] Take you to my jungle put that vision past tunnel I'll make that a** pa** then fumble These crackers are last to crumble Get up in that a** and f** you To Fight The Power like Chuck do co*k back with my tongue and buck you [Jack Cracker] Cut corners And gave your girl's muffin over grim Plus for workouts I beat the f** outta Chuck and hit the Total Gym Not global hymns but localized vocals to make the noble grin With the ability to reach an MC and grab a hold of him [AD] Shatter your liver Rupture your spleen, these crackers will hit ya Like we had a red dot on a beam, I hop from the scene Giving no prop to your team And your crew is not in my dream They can sit down and watch in the bleachers And take notes for they peeps [Jack Cracker] Lyrically I leave MC's under permanent care Your girl's name must be Mary cause she's got my s**m in her hair A current affair, perched high on a pile of old dudes Losing my hair like Al Bundy but I've never sold shoes [AD] No doubt People s** with they own mouth I jumped off the Love Boat and landed on a stoner's couch I'm on the route where I soak from giving so many loan's out That all I really got right now is a big bo*er for your mouth [Jack Cracker] Brought a tin full of chewables Step into the cubicle And get tangled at 90 degree angles of musical pharmaceuticals With side effects that range from strange to maybe beautiful The usual suspects hang themselves after the funeral